Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for March 08, 2014
March 07, 2014
March 09, 2014
Transcript:
Phoebe: It's good to have you back. Marigold: It's good to be back. Phoebe: This week reminded me that sometimes kids on the bus are jerks. Mom: Your mother reminded me that humans never have antlers. She is wise, your mother. Phoebe: For the record, I knew the "no-antlers" thing too.
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns;And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattleAnd makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chainIn a most hideous and dreadful manner:You have heard of such a spirit, and well you knowThe superstitious idle-headed eldReceived and did deliver to our ageThis tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.